[[A woman runs up to a man.]]
Woman: Rob! Rob!
Man: You look terrified! What's wrong?
Woman: We've made a huge mistake!
[[The woman and man stand facing each other.]]
Woman: Remember last week when we dug up all those Indian bones and made puppets out of them?
Man: Sure...
[[The woman holds her arms out for emphasis, the man puts his hands to his face in horror.]]
Woman: It turns out they were buried over an
ancient Indian burial ground!
Man:
Oh my God!
{{Title text: It gets worse! You know that wizened old monk with the gypsy wife whose voodoo shop we smash up every every day after school?}}

Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).

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